"Good morning roomie!" A voice greeted loudly, immediately waking me from my deep, drunken sleep.
I bolted upright, seeing a figure at my door, "What the shit?"
"Ah, so she lives," Nathan smirked, leaning against the door frame with a smoothie in hand.
He extended his hand outwards to give me the drink, "I present to you the bartender's hangover remedy."
"Thanks," I grumbled, taking a long sip from the glass, I started to cough, "Oh my God, this tastes like ass!"
Nathan let out a small laugh, "Obviously, no hangover remedy tastes good," he stood up straight, "Anyways, I need you bright eyed and bushy tailed."
"Why?" I questioned, staring at my friend's brother curiously.
Nathan give me a wicked grin, "It's moving day, princess."
"Lovely," I responded dryly.
"Dude," Darian groaned, "You have so much crap!"
Nathan put down the box that was in his hand, "Chill, little brother, this was the last box."
"Thank the freaking Lord," I mumbled, plopping down on the couch.
We have been at this for hours, driving back and forth between our apartment and Nathan's old one. He had at least thirty boxes and a ton of clothes. And to make matters worse, he didn't like the colour of his room so he pleaded for me paint it a light blue for him while he and Darian got the last of his things.
To say we were exhausted, was an understatement.
Darian sat beside me and kicked up his feet on the table, "Time to relax."
"Good idea," Nathan sighed, taking a seat beside me, flinging his arm over the back of the couch.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a couple hours, watching Friends. Darian however, decided to break that silence, "So what happened last night? One minute you're in kitchen sipping your booze, I even saw you dancing for a bit in the living room but then next you're MIA."
I winced, remembering vague details of the night before. Only bits and pieces stuck out at me, like the dancing in the living room, drinking in the kitchen, my fight with Noah, and Nathan driving me home. I still haven't called him back.
"Uh," I began, licking my lips, "I had a few too many and Nathan appeared out of nowhere and took me home."
Nathan snorted, "You left out the part where you almost broke up with your boyfriend, then you almost fainted in my arms, and then you almost fell in a bush."
"You almost fell in a bush?" Darian let out a laugh, "That's hilarious."
"That's the part you focus on?" I questioned, rolling my eyes at my roommate.
Darian smirked at me, "Well it is funny," he leaned forward, looking more serious, "Why did you almost break up with Noah?"
"Yes," Nathan suddenly spoke, "Why did you almost break up with your picture perfect boyfriend?"
"He is far from perfect," I mumbled, crossing my arms.
I started to think about the fight. Noah basically implied I was going to cheat on him and then acted like I was turning into some monster he didn't recognize. But I haven't been the one to change. He was, but that doesn't mean I don't love him.
Both Darian and Nathan stared at me as I continued to think to myself. When I realized they were waiting for me to speak, I sighed, "He thought I was going to cheat on him at the party and then he said I was pretending to be someone I wasn't by hanging out with you guys."
"Wow," Nathan whistled, "I probably shouldn't have hung up the phone, huh?"
Darian reached over and whacked his brother in the head, "Shut up, ass hat!"
"What?" Nathan groaned, rubbing his head where Darian had previously hit him, "It's just the truth."
"No," I cut off, "I'm grateful for you hanging up when you did. He may anger me from time to time but it's nothing him and I can't handle."
Darian nodded in understanding, "I get it. It's just like Justin and I. Love conquers all, no matter how many times you argue."
"Love is word people as an excuse to treat the same person like crap for the rest of your life and never doing anything about it," Nathan said sarcastically, getting up from the couch and then going to his room, shutting the door with a slam.
"Don't mind my brother, he's a little stuck in his ways," Darian sighed.
I rolled my eyes, "Let me guess, he had an epic love but she broke his heart and ever since then he has been Mr. Player?"
"Actually," Darian started, getting up to go to the kitchen to grab a drink. "Want a beer?"
"I never want to drink again, but thank you for the offer," I laughed a little.
Darian grabbed his drink and placed it on the marble counter as he opened the bottle. He returned to the couch and took a long sip of his drink, "Nathan has never had a girlfriend his whole life. He's all one night stands and one week flings."
"There has to be a reason," I challenged my roommate, "No one is that adamant on not believing love."
Darian only shook his head, "I don't think so, I think that's just how he is. He isn't capable of feeling love."
We sat in a grim silence, neither of us bothering to say anything. Focusing on the television screen, we eventually lapsed into a comfortable silence when I thought to myself for a moment, "What was Nathan doing at the party? I didn't see him all night until I went outside."
Darian shrugged, "When my brother hears the word 'party' he's there."
"I guess it's a pretty good thing he was there to get me home," I huffed, "Who knows what could've happened."
My roommate chuckled, "Yeah, no kidding. You could've fallen into a bush."
"Shut up," I laughed, taking a pillow from where Nathan once sat and whacked my roommate with it.
Darian grabbed the pale blue pillow that was beside him, ready to hit me back, "Oh you are so dead, Audrey."
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